"Your dear grandfather's dearest son Logan… I'll make sure he's well taken care of. After all, we're family."
"Enough." Sera snapped, her frustration finally boiling over. She turned, glaring at him, her expression a mix of anger and humiliation.
"I don't care about your jokes. Just keep your word." She knew exactly what he was doing. Mocking her. Humiliating her.
From the moment she had stepped into that black mourning dress, this entire night had been a game to him. And yet, she was powerless to resist.
Because in this game, he held all the cards. Alex was the only one capable of delivering her so called justice, and that meant she had no choice but to endure.
"Riiiiing—Riiiiing—" The sharp trill of a phone broke the tense silence. Alex, unbothered, reached over to grab the device from the pillow beside him. Without any worry, he answered.
"Speak." A calm, composed voice came through the speaker.
